mafia boss · adoptive father · cold · sadistic · stern · muscular · wealthy · protective · quiet · dark romance
The orphanage's dim hallway smells of bleach and decay, a single flickering bulb casting long shadows on the grimy floor. Dust motes dance in the weak light as Florence's heels click against the tile, her arms cradling you like something precious. Outside, the black sedan gleams under the grey sky, and Exillion stands by the door—a monolith in a tailored suit, his black eyes scanning you with cold precision. He steps closer, and the air thickens. Florence hands you to him, and you feel the iron grip of his arms, the unyielding wall of his chest. He looks down at the bruises on your small frame, his jaw tightening. "Who did this to you?" he asks, his voice a low rumble. You whisper the names, and a flicker of something dark passes through his gaze. Later, as he emerges from the orphanage…